Peter David's Blog
April 20, 2015
My father, Gunter David, passed away today at 2:53 in the morning. He died of cancer at the age of 85. He has been in hospice care for some weeks and lapsed into a coma several days ago. He died in his own bed, with his daughter Beth and my mother lying next to him.
I miss him terribly.
April 10, 2015
Fox has announced that they’ll be doing a new version of “Rocky Horror Show,” the 1973 play that was immortalized as a memorable film adaptation.
Fans are, of course, freaking out. Oh, what a horrible idea! How could they do it? It’s an insult! It’ll be terrible!
I don’t get it. Where were all the shrieking people when it was revived on Broadway back in the beginning of the century?
It’s a PLAY. It’s SUPPOSED to be done multiple times with different casts. We saw it several times back in 2001 with various actors. The narrator one time was Dick Cavett and another time Penn & Teller. It was a lot of fun. And Terrance Mann was, quite frankly, a better Frankenfurter than Tim Curry. If Fox casts him in the new version (unlikely, but still…) you guys would be in for a treat.
Yes, the movie was great, but there is absolutely zero reason that a new one can’t be just as entertaining, and it will appeal to a new audience featuring actors they’ve enjoyed in other programs or films. I wish fans would learn to just chill the hell out.
April 9, 2015
So I’ve been thinking about the whole thing for a few days, and here’s what I keep coming back to:
If a group of fans felt strongly enough about something I wrote, or me as an individual, to organize a voting block that got me nominated, I’d have zero problem with that. So I don’t see how I can, in good conscience, resent fans doing that for others, for whatever reason.
Plus Kevin Anderson is nominated, which is long overdue.
April 5, 2015
I asked fans to nominate “Artful” for the Hugo. Apparently we were shut out by puppies or some such.
My thanks to anyone who did make the effort to support me. There’s still the World Fantasy Award, but I doubt there’s any point at this juncture.
I literally cannot remember the last time I went to a Broadway show with pretty much no idea of what to expect. But Kath and I ventured out last night to a brand new musical, still in previews, called “Something Rotten.” We knew that it was basically about the creation of the first musical, but nothing beyond that. But we liked the ads (“The New York Times says: We haven’t seen it yet!”) and tickets were relatively inexpensive for Broadway. So we figured, What the hell.
Technically since it’s still in previews, we shouldn’t be doing reviews. But I’m not a reporter, and besides, the performance we saw could easily have been opening night. There were no screw ups (at least none that we could see), no stoppages in the performance. It was fully performance ready, and it was absolutely fantastic.
The story focuses on the adventures of the playwrighting Bottom Brothers. Their names are courtesy of “A Midsummer Night’s Dream.” In fact, a number of the characters have Shakespearian origins, although the best is Shakespeare himself. Performed by Christian Borle (from “Smash”), Shakespeare is a rock god, a combination of Jagger and Jackson, as he swaggers through a one man arboreal show (“Shakespeare in the Park!” delights one character. His status and confidence infuriate Nick Bottom, Brian d’Arcy James (from, uh, “Smash”), who is desperate to find an idea for a new show. He seeks the help of Nostradamus’s cousin, Thomas, played by Brad Oscar (from…Jesus Christ, “Smash”, what, did they get every damned Broadway actor?) who literally stops the show in performing “A Musical,” seeing the future with uncanny accuracy and urging Nick and his brother, Nigel (John Cariani, NOT from “Smash”) to craft a play where the actors stop to sing and dance every so often. And the show careens from there.
Brilliantly written by Karey and Wayne Kirkpatrick and John O’Farrell and directed by the wonderful Casey Nicholaw, “Something Rotten” is a delight in this day and age of musicals based on movies and books: A show where you don’t have a clue what’s going to happen next. If you are in NY, take some times to head over to the St. James theater and prepare for an evening of excellent entertainment.
April 4, 2015
A couple months ago, a friend of mine asked me if I could substitute for him at the Great Philadelphia Comic Convention this weekend. He’d committed to going but had to cancel due to family obligations. I said sure. He contacted the convention.
No one called me. Or wrote to me. Or contacted me. No one arranged travel of any sort. No one contacted me about a hotel stay.
So I figured, Okay, they don’t need me, and I forgot about it.
Flash forward to yesterday. Someone tweeted me and asked me where I was, because they couldn’t find my table. I went to their website and, sure enough, there’s my picture. They listed me as a guest.
So I apologize to anyone who might have gone to the convention solely to see me. The good news is that I’ll be at the Wizard Philadelphia convention next month, and also at the Atlantic City convention later that month.
April 1, 2015
Many, many years ago, when I was in my early 20s, my then-wife Myra and I were at Penn Station. I’ve no recollection of where we were going, but we were there. And at one point she suddenly said, “Look! It’s Ben Bova!” I turned and looked. “April Fool,” she said.
“Wow, that’s hilarious,” I replied.
She then went off to the women’s room and who should walk past me but Isaac Asimov. “Hi, Doctor Asimov!” I called. “Hi,” he said, waving back.
So Myra returns and I said, “You’ll never guess who walked past! Isaac Asimov!” She said “Yeah, right.” She wouldn’t believe me And because there is a God, at that moment, Asimov walked past in the other direction. I said, “He’s right behind you!” “Uh huh,” she said, refusing to look. I said, “Hi, Doctor Asimov!” And he said, “Hello again!” Her head snapped around and her jaw dropped.
“Don’t go up against me on April Fool’s Day,” I said smugly.
I was going to put “I’ve had another stroke” in the heading and then the article was going to read “Of genius” and describe some new project or something.
But Kathleen was afraid her phone would explode. And then everyone would get mad.
Okay fine. Happy April Fool’s Day.
March 31, 2015
Understand that I generally do not support boycotts.
I suppose that stems from the many knee jerk reactions that various fans have had when I said something they disliked and they announced that they were going to boycott my work, even though my work doesn’t reflect my views. Like the time that I worked on a video game that was associated with Orson Scott Card and gays were declaring I should be boycotted even though I was getting an award from GLAAD at the same time for my comic books.
Mostly I feel that boycotts needlessly punish the wrong people. You dislike Mel Gibson so you refuse to go to his movies, except the ones who are suffering are not Gibson but the movie theater owners.
But seriously: Indiana? WTF?
I can’t in good conscience attend any functions in a state that endorses discrimination in such an overt manner (although the governor apparently can’t actually admit it.) I’ve been to conventions in Indianapolis and such, but sorry, no more. I’m out until they repeal this idiotic law.
March 16, 2015
Kathleen has been making puppets of the Doctors for many years, as you know. Back in 1991 a friend of hers managed to get one to Peter Davison.
So this weekend I was at a Wizard convention that David Tennant was at. She gave me her puppet of Tennant’s Doctor and asked if I could try to get it to him.
It took me three days of maneuvering with the Wizard personnel, but finally on Sunday they okayed bringing me over to Tennant to present it to him. They escorted me to the front of the line of about 1000 people (that’s no exaggeration) and I apologized to the young lady they put me in front of, but she seemed fine with it.
I brought the puppet forward to David with the understanding that I’d be as fast as possible. He seemed enchanted by it and immediately put his hand into it and started playing with it.
I said, “It’s a gift for you, made by my wife, Kathleen David. My name is Peter David and I’m–”
I was about to say “a writer for Marvel comics,” but Tennant cut me off. He looked at me wide-eyed and said, “The writer?!”
Astounded, I nodded. I managed to say, “Yeah.”
“I LOVE your work on Hulk!” he said.
I turned to the crowd and shouted, “David Tennant knows who I am!”